Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Can Lois keep up the act in front of Tyrell's associates?

Lois Lane Accidentally Uses Her Big Words

In the crowd, Lois let herself sway until she was pressing her breast against Tyrell's arm. The reporter could still taste his cock, and licked her lips. She did her best to keep up the dazed expression, as he guided her through the crowd, his hand on her hip. Hers settled onto his lower back...and her heart skipped a beat as she felt the hard metal form of a gun there...and then her heart speeded up, body shaking a little at this sudden sense of danger. There was a black woman, bare arms and shoulders solid muscle, head shaved, dressed in a kind of leather vest and pants, at the entrance of the elevator. She eyed Lois and Tyrell warily.

"We got a volunteer," Tyrell said.

"Another white girl," the guard said, not moving. Her eyes roamed up and down the reporter's outfit. Fingers plucked at the leather jacket. "Anine Bing?"

"Alexander McQueen," Lois said automatically.

"That's nice," the bald woman said, raising an eyebrow. "How'd you afford that?"

Lois opened her mouth to give a reply, bran spinning to make up a story...and was unprepared for when the guard's hand came up and grabbed her crotch, so hard that the reporter went up on her tip-toes. The reporter would have screamed...but the Black woman's other hand came up and then something hard and tasting of oil was crammed into the reporter's mouth.

The reporter went cross-eyed as she stared at the barrel of the gun in her mouth.

"Real bimbos? Stumble over any word with more than a syllable," the bald woman's dark eyes were hard.

Two Black men detached themselves from the crowd and grabbed Tyrell's shoulders. The last the reporter saw of him, he was being led away, toward the fire door into the alley.

"As for you, cunt...we gonna make an example out of you."